And I have dawned these great dark seas and jungles before
They have long come for me. I have twisted in their wrath and shook in their cold as the sweat of their toxins ran down my brow
You who seeks to protect me while destroying me, what are you truly seeking?
For your paranoia has made you a fool. A tyrant, yeast in its palm.
Calling yourself holy while riddled with holes seeping poison.
I am the keeper of this forest of green. My winds are strong, the brown of my dirt is beastly, and the shake of my ground is earth shattering.
So, who are you to call upon my land? You bring your dented sword to fight the poachers while simultaneously leading them straight to my centers.
Sometimes you want so much to be the keeper, to be the wrath of good, to be the honest gallant, but find that while fighting these hard battles and stepping with agony through each field, that you are the villain you’ve been running from.
So, step aside and let this evil you bring with you come for me. Kneel while they tear me flesh from flesh. Turn away your head while gnash my teeth away.
Let. Them. Come.
For they know who I am.
I have spent much in solitude in preparation for your treachery.
My heart guarded with the thickest of water from the deepest and darkest seas.
If I fall in defeat, you will still be there kneeling, and you and your army will be swallowed by my earth. You will drown in the water of my roots and in turn, revive me again.
And there I shall be in my forest of green yet again, with you beneath my beastly brown, and sentenced to a lifetime of earthquakes beneath my worn feet.
It’s the power in the breaking of a heart that can create the strength that opens your eyes.
It’s the revelation of a moment realized when you are taking that necessary time to be alone with yourself, so you can learn how to be alone with yourself.
It’s the confidence of the first step forward, when you finally stand on your own two feet once again.
It’s the strut in that step when you step back into the jump rope of life that kept on moving without you.
It’s the humbleness of faith, even when bad news stacks on top of bad news.
It’s the smile in the eyes, when you come across someone who completely steals your heart, when you never expected to share it with anyone again.
It’s the butterflies when you are finally face to face in the perfect moment, and your lonely lips meet another’s so sensually.
It’s the birds chirping on a superbly painted mountainside as you walk hand in hand down the trail.
It’s the dogs meeting, and it seeming like they had known each other since birth.
It’s the yearning for another moment when you are apart.
It’s the poetic justice of a finely swooped love letter.
It’s the sexy well-placed hand on your back as you feel heat fill the room.
It’s the waiting for the right time, and being ok with that.
It’s the getting to know every part of them and yourself with them, before intimacy.
It’s the problem solving when obstacles arise.
It’s the soft candles, perfect music, great conversation and that specific kind of kiss.
It’s the ravishing each other after all of the waiting, knowing that it’s right.
It’s the long-lasting, sexy moans, thrusting, and rolling around, and the tracing of the body so attentive.
It’s the after ambiance, holding hands, smiling, and feeling right for the first time in a long time in your life.
It’s making hard choices, and not being afraid to for once, knowing there’s a partner there to back you up.
It’s the support through scary times, taking care of each other, and feeling grateful to do it.
It’s the forgiveness when mistakes are made.
It’s the compromise when differences are discovered.
It’s the can’t wait to see you. You can’t wait to see me.
It’s the sharing a home together, making a home together, and loving what that looks like.
It’s the present moment. Living moment by moment, soaking it all in.
It’s the true love. It’s the leave me wanting. It’s the knowing…knowing you’re right where you’re supposed to be, right at this very moment.
It’s the blessing, after some lessons, and it’s mine.
The Truth and the Lies of the Journey 